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Virgin Whore

... him. It didn’t take long to convict him, all of his assets seized. They were hitting hard times, and it only got worse. Ballet dancing was Heather’s only remaining passion, but she was about to lose that. “Hello, Heather.” Deloris had been waiting for an hour for Heather to show up. “Hi, Deloris.” She smiled brightly. She could see it in Deloris’s eyes. She was going to ask the question again. What would I say this time? “I was just going for lunch. Want to join me? My treat.” Heather couldn’t afford to pass up a free lunch, her last £5.00 in her purse. “Love to.” Deloris took her to the on a restaurant, ordering Heather a sandwich with fries without asking her. She could tell by her look that it was a good choice. The service was good and the food was brought before they could talk about more than the weather and current events. Delores let her eat for a few minutes, Heather devouring half of it before she took another breath. “The ballet class starts next week. Do you have enough money for this, Heather?” Deloris already knew the answer. “No, but I will,” Heather lied, but there was a tear in her eye before she got the words out. There wasn’t a chance in hell of getting £200.00 next week, they barely had enough to pay the rent and have anything left over to eat. She didn’t know why she said it, but it came out her mouth before she could stop it. “I don’t know what I am going to do. I don’t have it and no chance to get it. Dancing is the only thing lately in my life that ...

... makes me feel good.” “I can help you, Heather. You can have enough in one night. For you it will be easy. A beautiful girl like you would have no problem at all.” Heather whispered over to her as if anyone else could hear them. “But you want me to become a whore. To give up my innocence to a stranger. I can’t do that.” Her voice was desperate. “It’s just using your assets to your advantage. You have a lovely body, and men would pay to enjoy it. You wouldn’t have to do much. Most girls your age have been giving it away for years to boys they barely knew. It’s not much different, except you will get paid. What could be wrong about that?” Heather’s mother had suffered much more since her father went to jail, it was time for Heather to grow up and accept responsibility for her own life. Her mother had to take a menial job to make ends meet. “Just this once. Never again.” She hoped she wouldn’t regret it. “Of course, Heather. You don’t have to do it unless you want to. Friday night at five o’clock.” Deloris wrote down the address. “Wear your dress. They’ll love you with it on.” She handed her the address. “So I get £200.00 on Friday. If I, uh, do what you want me to?” Heather wanted to make sure. “Yes, Heather. You do what I say, and you will walk out.” It would be no problem finding a man interested in Heather. She knew exactly who. Mr. Prentice has been nagging her to find him a young virgin for over a month. A lawyer out of the city, he was looking for something discrete. And he ...